The Sentinels There once was a village

The lupine gasped. A gift? Something shaped by the earth in which she held so reverently in her heart given to her freely. Solenya watched him nose it away from the other items to push in her direction. Her heart thudded, steady but strong, chest rising and falling in time with its beat.

There was nothing that could stop the swell of emotions—she closed the distance, hugging him. She was not driven by heat—though it was not forgotten as the scent of him, masculine and mixed by his travels, seemed to seep into her—but more so because the gesture had touched her more than anything truly ever has since the loss of her family.

She pulled away from him quickly when she finally remembered herself, retreating with shock in herself plain in her features. Rodyn—I’m sorry. Thank you. I—oh, are you sure? I can’t possibly. She felt like she were all over the place, her words fumbling over themselves.